Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-04-07

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They look like good ones, that's a
facC. You needn't miud dong them
up | will pay you Saturday night
when get my wages
With IA deft movement, Mr.. Upton
snatched the suspenders from the pur-
chaser's hands and tossed them back
into the box, with the words
Don't begin in chat way, young
man Don't start odt in life by ask
ing credit. Come, let me give you a
lesson. Pay as you go. If you don't
pay, don't buy That is the way be-
gan. Don't spend your money before
you get it. That's my advice, and
you'll thank me for it some day
1t Is needless to inform the reader
that our friend Jerry was somewhat
astonished not to say embarrassed, at
the turn affairs had taken. He knew
we'll enough, disguise it under the form
of advice as he might, that the mer-
chant hesitaUed to trust him even for so
small sum. He had never before felt
so lowered in his own estimation. This
did aim good. His thoughts flew fast.
Suppose he should act on the advice so
freely given ? 1t was sound enough.
Let him show no ill-will and bear it
like man. This resolution was taken,
he held out his grimy hand with the
words
You have hit me- hard, Mr.. Upton,
and | should lie to YOU If | said 1t
didn't hurt. But | think it'll do me
good. l am pretty sure shall never
forget it. win you shake hands, sir p
1t was now the merchants turn TO
show preplexity. 1t is very likely he
would have preferred losing the whole
box of snspenders to such hearty ac-
ceptance of his fatherly counsel. With
an embarrassed smile he took the out
stretched hand, and WINGED as he felt
the firm pressure of the fingers against
his own. His well of advice being
pumped dry, he had nothing more to
add as his wouId-br customer touched
his hat and departed.
At precisely half past six O'Clock Sat
urday night Jerry entered the store and
purchased pair Of suspenders paying
for them on the spot. The clerk made
the sale, and Mr.. Upton, bnsied with
his books, looked up with perpleXed
c0untenauce, scratched the bridge Of
his nose re1ectiyely, aud was lost
again.
81 tell you he's above his bis'ness y
exclaimed Mr.. Gadford, one bright
May morning, to a group of his old
cIonies, who lOunged about the Har-
Dor, engaged In idle conversation
There's no doubt about that in my
mind. a pretty blacksm he Is, TO
be everlastin'lg readin' and studyin' ).
He isn't one of us, that he isn't. I've
tried my best to reform him, but tain't
no use. He's in manner-in a man
ner, say, a disgrace to the trade, and
I'm ashamed of him y aud the out
ragged blacksmith kicked piece of iron
spitefully on side with his heavy boot.
and began filling his pipe as a sola:e
for his rufll-d thoughts.
'IIe learned the trade, anyhow, didn't
he p queried old John Oliver, a super.
anuated wagon maker, who, presuming
on his age and infrmities, often asked
disagreeable questions.
Il don't say as he HASN'T retorted
Mr. Gadford, moodily. lie served his
time, and | don't turn out no poor
workman no, not if | know ii,
don't but learnin' aud blacksmithin'
won't mix, nor more nor oil and water.
WHY | know it for fac that he's got
a library. gentlemen'-here the speaker
spat on his hands and grasped his ham.
mer as if desirous of demolishing il
forthwith-'and reads everything. AS
sociates with Preacher Banks, cha ges
books will. him, you know, and talks
over theologys and things. just as if-as
if he wasn't blacksmith. Where'd
| have been to-day if had started out
by putin on ans and 2ittin' above my
bis'ness =? But l didn't. stuck &c
my trade, and now where am i
Where am l, ell p
Right here, Sammy, right here,
replied Mr.. Slabton, near and deal
friend. who acted in the capacity Of 7il
lage sexton.
Yes, right here as a fixture and d
success, anyone dispute that p
The awful silence which followed
this query was its only answer.
Now, how'd | do it p continued
Mr.. Gadford, in n slightly Modified
voice. by mindin' my bis'nes and let
tim the fine arts alone. Jerry Atmar
III never tuild upa character in thi:
country. He's a,divldin' himself toe
much and house, as the Scripture
plainly say, divided agin' itself viii
great be the fall thereof y
Reckon you hayen't heard the
news p, inquired Mr.. Oliver. who did